She was staring outside her window
waiting for the dusk to come...

Would it be wrong if i could write
a fiction about my life to make it right...

Living in this complicated world is not my...
knowing that you are here my friend...

I wandered through fiction to look for a cure
to mend the wounds she brought in my heart...

Fair lady could we dance?
Let us not spoil this precious time...

Please don't sleep yet,my one & only
oh be sure,while we are on our cruising...

I write this poem by candlelight,
staring outside at the moon so bright...